I trundled along to my friend’s son’s sports day recently, rather reluctantly and wearing my grumpy pants. Spending time in the company of hundreds of screaming children doesn’t exactly fill me with joy.
As the first race began I noticed nearly all the parents reached for their mobiles and iPads and remember thinking how sad it was that they were missing that special moment with their own eyes. Instead they were glimpsing it through a mobile’s screen.
One proud dad held up his iPad to film his daughter running, but he will never be able to say to future generations that he saw her win because he witnessed her triumph only through a computer screen. How sad.
We seem to live in an age of the death of visual experiences.